First Meeting
When he first saw her, it was for him like looking into a mirror. The same clothes, the same hair color, the same behavior. Everything was like he had it at his side. He looked around his table and looked at her side. The same books, the same hand writing – it was just slightly different but also the same -, the same studies. Who was that woman? Why had he the impression of seeing... himself? Again he looked and then their sights crossed.
She looked at him firmly, persistent, self-confident. He was now sure what he saw WAS himself. He reached for her but the tear just closed down at that moment. Has he really seen... himself? He was so astonished that he just stood still and waited to see a new tear open beside him.
And it opened again. She looked into his eyes and said: “Don’t be so shocked. You are me and not me. I am you and not you. So wouldn’t it be…”
“…interesting to cooperate?” He finished her sentence without really thinking about it. He went closer to the tear and slightly smiled at her.
“Hello, other me, my name is Robert.” He bows his head a little and put his arm behind his back.
“I surely know that, Robert and you also know my name, don’t you?” Her face was really somewhat challenging and he chuckled a bit.
“When it is how I think it is, then you ought to hear to the name Rosalind?” It was surely the right answer. He really couldn’t understand why he knew such a thing but it was just so… obvious.
“Frightening, isn’t it? How you know things …”
“… you shouldn’t know?” They smiled at each other. At the very moment, the tear closed down and he looked at the place where his female self stood and where now a note laid down on which was written: ‘Our research will change the view of the worlds. Want to join in? –R. Lutece’.
He picked it up and smiled. Yes, he really wanted to change it. So, he looked forward for the next meeting. To see his Alter Ego again. To see himself again.
